I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel IV Testo

(Aye, aye)
Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled tonics
We look like some crumbled donnies
Blunted out, then fussing something
Paranoia, turn my stomach
H1 Hummer, rough and rugged
Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned seat adjusted
One-hundred miles per hour, bitch, I've seen my custom
'Till life in the fast lane nothing
And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' Ashes are laughin'
Fucking duckin' what comes from the Government
Peelin' out until the sunset
Eyes so low, look like a sunset

Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!)

Back on my bullshit
Now I have to pay a bet
Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes
Silent for life, he came Yung Christ
All I got was a death wish and centerpiece of $uicide
Fuck this ego, fuck this rap
Easily execution
On my side
Homicide, homicide
But we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical (right)
You hear me?
We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical mind

$uicide
$uicide
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!)

We are tired of this new world
I don't want to be here
$uicide, $uicide, my end
$uicide, $uicide, my end


You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut
Got about 20k and a gun (what?)
Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts
Every day adds up
Do I look like I give a fuck? (No)
Every day up every night (what?)
Bloody knife serving them DA
Death will be right in front of ya', yeah (what?)
Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up)
Got a death list, that's some still gotta catch this motherfucking dick grave
Die bitch, die, bitch

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave?
Live your life with no name?
Backwood full of dro' mane, Okay
'96 Benz with that cocaine
Pay hoe high tell my death got a propane tank
Blow gas seeping all over the house every time i say so
Light a fucking match
Let that tank blow
So glad I stayed home
Someone called the cops on the payphone
Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me
Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me
Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy
Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son


In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here—especially in the graveyards
And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards
And as an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards
But as a child, it was a regular week-end thing to do
I always needed to know why
Uhm, sometimes my why's got me in trouble

For my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit
"Ay, you wanna keep going, or?"
"Nah, that's it."
"$uicide", I'm fucking screamin' from the rooftop
The only thing I ever did was mentioning ever since $lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox
But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment and select myself on a fucking jukebox
If I wanted to cop a black countach
Drive that shit like two blocks and then I smash in the back of a new cop car, now I think I'm on a two

Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool
Man, fuck you. Why you acting like such a bitch?
SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that
Make sure y'all [?]Ay man, cut that shit off, man. It sucks man, garbage, man
Sounds like a fucking generic Three 6, man
Fuck the $uicideboy$, shitty ass music
Too dumb. Get the fuck outta here
Change the station, they fucking wack
They're way too fucking short. Get the fuck outta here

Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay
Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay
We still feel like we losing, ay
Losing, losing
I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank
I'm on them bars, blowing thing
I'm on a lot amphetamines
Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts
I don't know who a friend or who a enemy
Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe
Have feelings sometimes gotta let it go
Plenty of days, thought shit was over
Creator of the movement, creator of the music
Still feel like I'm losing